I have had arthritis pain since I was an early teen. The fibromylagia came later. It means that I look like Grandmother Turtle trying to move with the world on her shoulders many times. This week has been one of them. Add an infection in since Wednesday, and it is all I can do to get through the day.
Yes, I have worked with doctors and naturopaths and I am much better then I was. But there are times, like now, where a quote I saw fully explains the pain. "It is not just pain. It's a complete physical, mental and emotional assault on your body." - Jamie Wingo.
I just keep trying to move forward. My non-corporate work really helps with the pain. If I could bend, I would be in the garden today, but if I were to bend over to pull a weed, I would have to wait for someone to find me to get me back up. Just pain.
So I put my hands in dough.
Bara Brith, waffles, cornetti.
I washed fiber so I may have some to spin when we go to the mountain next weekend. Whether I am in shape or not, I will go to the mountain. In a car. With Koda Bear, his dog, and my Beloved. We will leave Koda Bear and his dog with the Tall Short Person at the end of the week. The last news I had about my Grandmother was she was doing better so I hope to see her.
I know, odd.